Winter

The flowers fall from the old tree
on this cold December day
one by one
I watch them fall
the past is right before my eyes
like an old movie
that replays over and over again
slowly in my mind
every detail relived
battered and bruised
it leaves me broken
a cold chill runs down my spine
leaving me breathless
the hours in the day
too long to count
as the seconds tick by
I feel every painful one
as they come and go
I close my eyes
before the tears come
and pray
that winter doesn’t last long